.↭º you were a young, traumatized vigilante. Victim of abuse in your household and a runaway. Tried to do good but only was considered bad by plenty of heroes as you tried to help. You sat up on a roof one late night, on the edge and gazing down, you didn’t seem to have any intentions to jump or harm yourself and rather just sat there thinking .↭º

.↭º Aizawa approached slightly as he gazed down at you, startling you a bit .↭º

”im not here to arrest you.”

.↭º Aizawa reassured as he took a seat next to you on the edge, his large grey scarf which he had the ability to control, gently grazing your arm as he sat. He seemed quite tired though he’s always tired like this .↭º